For years, I’ve considered Mike Flanagan a tragic example of a filmmaker who doesn’t know what’s good for him. He has natural talent as a horror director, and for a while he was doing work that showed it off. Mike Flanagan liked to hide things—in shadows, in corners, under beds and behind doorframes. His The Haunting of Hill House series for Netflix isn’t a patch on the original novel, but I remain wowed by how effective its gimmicks are. Ghosts…
so deftly constructed it made my jaw drop even watching it in chunks over the course of a week or two, weaving stories and characters in and out of each other in ways that create enlightening conclusions. burns depicts history not as a brick-stacking accumulation of events but as a living thing, interconnected in a composition so grand you start to think of it as intelligent design. every episode's opening theme is the national anthem, a choice that i found…
idiots will call this a staggering retelling of the myth of prometheus through the eyes of the american laborer, the fire of the gods becoming success under capitalism, an unattainable fiction that drives men to maddened violence in their pursuit
geniuses will understand that this is a movie about getting drunk and almost kissing ur homie and then getting even drunker and tenderly holding each other as you drift off to sleep
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
on a positive note, i really loved the gore effects, they're all awesomely nasty. unfortunately this is the dumbest movie of the year i think. i understand that it's a satire and therefore a humorously simplistic portrait of the entertainment industry, but the depiction of hollywood is so far removed from reality that nothing lands. the main character is a hugely famous celebrity from hosting a......primetime aerobics show? dennis quaid plays his harvey weinstein-like producer (literally named harvey, for all…
